Today’s Spanish class was almost like the one on Tuesday. Being the only one who can really understand what the teacher is saying, I suddenly became everyone else’s “tutor”, answering questions from almost everyone around me. While it felt good to be helping the rest understand the class, it kinda made me unable to pay attention to some of the things that the teacher was saying. Oh well, you win some, you lose some. At the end of the class, while I stayed behind to try to explain some grammatical concept to one of my classmates, my teacher came by and asked if the class is too easy for me. I would have answered yes, but in order not to hurt the pride of the Chinese students, I have to say the class is OK. True enough, the Chinese students all said that the class is very difficult. Thank God I knew what to say.
It’s great that Sarah and Angel are in town now. Too bad I have to attend the Spanish class, otherwise it would have been great to see them.
I think that life is just like choosing a module – during the add/drop period you look around, trying this, trying that. And when you think it’s nice, you decide to take it. But after a while, things turn out to be crappy and hard to bear, but the add/drop period is over and you can’t drop it, so you are stuck with it. Then whenever you have to face it (like doing the tutorials for the module), you moan and whine and try to get it over and done with. And at the end of the exam, when you can finally “drop” the module, you become very happy, but at the same time very vengeful because you hated it so much and you start to tell everyone how rubbish the module has been and avoid it like the plague. When you get the results and discovered that actually you didn’t do so badly for it, you start to take those words back and comment that actually it wasn’t that bad, but you would have still chosen not to have done it if given a chance.
Too philosophical? Oh well, I’m just moaning.